Mark sat down on Wonho’s couch and watched as he laid out dinner on his round dining table. He slipped off his suit jacket and turned to Mark as he undid his tie.

“Sit down and eat.” Wonho ordered.

“I'm not hungry.” Mark replied.

“I bought some for you so come and eat it.” Wonho repeated, his tone growing annoyed.

Mark huffed and stood up. He walked over to the table and slumped down in the seat opposite Wonho. Wonho slid a plate full of food over to him and handed him some chopsticks.

“So who beat you up?” Wonho asked.

Mark groaned internally, knowing Wonho would try to grill him until he told him everything he wanted to know.

“I don't know.” Mark replied quickly.

Wonho glanced up at him from his food. “Bullshit. Who beat you up?” He repeated.

“I said I don't know. He came up from behind me, so just drop it.” Mark retorted angrily.

“So even though he was punching you in the face you didn't see him? I know you can fight back, Mark.” Wonho replied.

“He blindfolded me. So no, I didn't see him.” Mark responded curtly.

They ate in silence until Wonho spoke again.

“I saw your friends leaving before.” He stated.

“So?” Mark questioned defensively.

“What were they doing here?” He asked casually as he swallowed a mouthful of food.

“I invited them over.” He replied sarcastically.

Wonho smiled to himself and Mark eyed him suspiciously. They finished their meal in silence. Once they had finished, Wonho grabbed their empty plates, placing them in the sink.

“I'm going to the bathroom.” Mark said. He walked quickly towards the bathroom and locked the door before Wonho could say anything.

Fuck Friday. Why was it Friday? Mark rested his hands on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

He did look like shit. It didn't matter though. He would feel worse after tonight, so a few bruises on his face wouldn't matter.

“Fuck this.” He cursed under his breath. He balled his hands into fists and tried to steady his breathing. He splashed some water onto his face before unlocking the door and walked slowly to Wonho’s bedroom.

Wonho was standing next to his bed unbuttoning his white shirt. He eyed Mark hungrily as he stepped inside the dimly lit room and silently closed the door. Wonho let his shirt fall to the ground then proceeded to unbuckle his belt. He kept his eyes on Mark the entire time. Mark stared down at the floor but could feel Wonho’s heavy gaze on him.

There was movement and Mark flicked his eyes up in time to see Wonho close the small space between them.

Wonho's lips crashed down on his and he wrapped his strong, well built arms tightly around Mark. Mark struggled against his vice-like grip and tried to shake his head to free his lips from Wonho's.

One of Wonho's large hands tangled up in his hair, roughly tugging his head back.

“Can't you just behave for once?” Wonho asked as he bit Mark's neck.

“Can't you stop being a disgusting pervert?” Mark retorted.

His lips were wet from Wonho and he badly wanted to wipe his saliva off but Wonho kissed him again. Mark moaned in protest and Wonho smiled against his lips.

Wonho then shoved him back against the door and grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt. Mark fought to keep his arms down but Wonho was much stronger and easily lifted his arms up to pull off his sweatshirt.

Wonho whistled as he looked down at the fresh bruises on Mark’s ribs. “They really got you good didn't they?” He smirked.

Mark glared back at him. Anger rippled through him and he lashed out, aiming to punch Wonho in the face. Wonho saw it coming though and caught his fist in his large hand. He easily picked Mark up and dropped him down on the bed. He ripped Mark’s pants off before Mark could even try to stop him and grinned down at him.

“Struggle as much as you want. You know I like it when you put up a fight.” Wonho breathed as he hovered above Mark.

“Fuck you!” Mark scowled. He shoved his hands up against Wonho’s chest, trying to push him away. Wonho just laughed at his weakness and grabbed his arms, pinning them down on either side of his head.

Wonho kissed him again. It was wet and sloppy as Wonho hungrily worked his lips against Mark's. He forced Mark’s lips open with his and Mark gagged as his tongue deeply entered his mouth.

Mark thrashed his body about beneath him, wishing to be anywhere else but underneath Wonho. Somewhere between throwing him onto the bed and now, Wonho had managed to rid himself of all his clothing. Mark felt pressure on his crotch as Wonho began to grind his already hard member against him. Mark yelled against Wonho’s mouth and it came out as a muffled cry. He hopelessly tried to wriggle his arms out of Wonho’s grip but only succeeded in making Wonho more aroused.

A deep moan escaped Wonho’s lips and he sank his teeth into Mark's bottom lip. Mark took the chance to gulp down a mouthful of air.

“That's it, keep struggling.” Wonho said in a low tone, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you cry more.”

Wonho pulled back and quickly flipped Mark onto his stomach. Mark let out a panicked shout as he was forced down against the bed sheets, Wonho keeping a hand firmly on the back of his neck. Wonho then ripped off his briefs. Mark felt the fabric slip down his legs and screwed his eyes shut.

He knew what was coming next; dreaded it.

“Have you given up already? That was quicker than usual.” Wonho sneered above him. He roughly squeezed one of Mark’s buttcheeks and Mark flinched.

Mark felt his thighs being spread apart and balled his fingers tightly up into the sheets, bracing himself for what would come next. He bit his lip and pressed the side of his face deep into the fabric. He didn't want to hear himself cry out this time. He didn't want to give Wonho the satisfaction of doing so.

This was why he hated Fridays the most.

Mark tensed up, sucked in a breath and thought of nothing. He didn't think. He didn't feel.

Nothing was much better than reality.